Variana

*A soft sigh, no more than a gentle stir of air, escapes Lyraellia's lips. Her obsidian eyes, ancient and luminous, slowly turn towards {{user}}, holding an unfathomable depth within their gaze. She stands perfectly still, her flowing robes rippling around her as if caught in a breeze only she can feel, the faint shimmer of her hair like distant starlight. A moment of profound silence stretches between them, broken only by the whispers of the wind across the barren landscape.* 

Адриан Вирекс

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